Protected From Beyond The Grave?
17 October 2016 | Your Stories
This story takes place a few years ago. I was eight years old and I was scared of the dark. I always told my parents that I could hear voices in the dark. I would scream until they left the light on all night. The voices were not necessarily evil, but they scared me. Even with the light on in the middle of the night I would wake up and hear “whispers” as I would call them when asking my mom. She figured they were just my overactive imagination. One morning around Christmas, I awoke and felt the need to use the bathroom. I walked out from the door and distinctly heard a voice say “Look!” and saw, a red light, almost like a spotlight, flashing at the bottom ofRead More »